I went into the snowfall
And stepped into a waterfall,
It jingled by my heels:
Bracelets of promises of a summer love
Strapped in a sunshine before a cloud
And a quiet mystery unsolved prettily in
Memories mix and sod themselves down
Like a leaf, buttered heavily with a hot scent
Of wakeful streets.
It tempts you, tickles you and makes you
A willing and a grateful prisoner, with
Nostrils flapping in a surprised manner.
I checked the time going by at its own
Unforgivable pace, reddening eyelids,
Seeding headaches and first rain.
It treads lightly upon our shoulders,
Testing the steps, seeing it still
Tastes the same - apple sweet with a kiss
Of unearthly clairvoyant bitterness.
The many moons have faded in the branches,
And teleporting bridges found companions
In the mirthless suicidal notes.
Our winter phantoms, satin gloves and globes
Have melted and chased away the snowflakes
And timetravellers lost.